My own touch to the story treasure box!

The library is all burned down now. I’m able to fed blaze getting stronger. It’s getting fueled by the books that used to exist. I can see the dead flesh piling up ‘til they make a mountain. I feel disgusted of what they've done to our library. I can smell the flesh getting burned by the heat radiated from bombs.

We started to amble to the other town. The first night of our pilgrimage was painful. We had to sleep on imperceptible pebbles. I had little sleep, I was too busy worrying about the people we had to leave. How are they? Are they fine? Did I do the right thing?

As soon as we arrive in the new village I felt the guilt catching up to me. It has been a few days in the new village, I can’t keep the guilt inside anymore, I plan to leave the day after tomorrow to see if there are any survivors left. I am going to go with some armed men to keep me safe while I search for survivors. I hope my family safe.

Sadly, we were only able to find three survivors on the first day. On The second day we met two survivors who I do not know which was quite suspicious as I thought I  knew everyone in this town. The next day we followed the survivor we met yesterday to a hiding spot we believe some survivors are hiding in. they said my family is inside so we plan to rescue them as soon as possible. Gunshots fire...people scream!